Meemaw
June is beginning to think that this situation with Dr. Beckett and her granddaughter is taking too long.
In her mind, they should have been married last week.
Three dates is more than enough time for two very smart people to realize they need one another.
She wheels her knee scooter down the hallway to Brooke’s bedroom and knocks once.
No answer.
She knocks again, louder this time.
Still no answer.
June pushes the door open and is greeted by several things.
First, the card her mother gave her on her wedding day sitting on the bed.
Second, the sheer curtains fluttering in the breeze and the window screen popped out.
Third, and most interesting, is that her granddaughter and her neighbor’s heads are visible through the very open window, and they are most certainly kissing.
June watches for a brief moment before collecting herself and slowly wheeling backward out of the room and back to her couch. She has news to tell her friends and a church to book for a wedding, but her phone is not where she left it.
She shrugs and then bends to retrieve the old laptop that lives on the bottom shelf of the coffee table. Blowing dust off the case, she opens it up and logs onto Facebook. In her excitement, she types out an update.
Help! I need to book a church for a wedding, and fast! Finally, one of my grandbabies is getting married!
The likes fly in, the comments roll in like a tide, and June is happy as she basks in the online attention.
Outside, the young couple continues kissing and whispering promises to one another, while inside both of their respective dwellings, their phones buzz.
Again, and again, and again.